Not Quite a Sonnet
Sonnet 18 – Well, kind of...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
I said sunscreen would have stopped you burning.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate,
but at times, sorry, just so damn messy.
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
unless that rain comes back and scuppers it.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
one day I’ll write a sonnet properly.
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